Nothing but dread
looming and seeping
I'm getting wet and coughing up mold
I should have stepped out
with friends and drugs
The apothecary's dry
and I'm scared to drink alone
I spin the room
then nap like a toddler
only to wake up in old bones
amid a society that takes itself
proudly too seriously
but hates to wake up to the fact
that we're spinning with mystery
I bring it up
and am called childish and unimportant
So I slug back to bed
with dreams of wish fulfillment
and falling teeth
O the time I waste
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
Nothing but dread
looming and seeping
I'm getting wet and coughing up mold
I should have stepped out
with friends and drugs
The apothecary's dry
and I'm scared to drink alone
I spin the room
then nap like a toddler
only to wake up in old bones
amid a society that takes itself
proudly too seriously
but hates to wake up to the fact
that we're spinning with mystery
I bring it up
and am called childish and unimportant
So I slug back to bed
with dreams of wish fulfillment
and falling teeth
O the time I waste
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